PINK FLOYD: Meddle (1971)

1. One of These Days
2. A Pillow of Winds
3. Fearless
4. San Tropez
5. Seamus
6. Echoes

ONE OF THESE DAYS

One of these days

I'm going to cut you into little pieces

A PILLOW OF WINDS
A cloud of eiderdown draws around me

softening the sound

Sleepy time, when I lie with my love by my side,

And she's breathing low, and the candle dies.

When night comes down you lock the door.

The book falls to the floor.

As darkness falls and waves roll by,

The seasons change the wind is warm.

Now wakes the owl, now sleeps the swan

Behold a dream, the dream is gone.

Green fields a cold rain

is falling, in a golden down.

And deep beneath the ground,the early morning sounds

And I go down.

Sleeping time when I lie with my love by my side,

And she's breathing low.

And I rise like a bird

In the haze when the first rays touch the sky

and the night winds die.

FEARLESS

You say the hill's too steep to climb, climbing

You say you'd like to see me try, climbing.

You pick the place and I'll choose the time

And I'll climb the hill in my own way.

Just wait a while for the right day.

And as I rise above the tree-line and the clouds

I look down hearing the sound

of the things you've said today.

Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling.

Merciless the magistrate turns round, frowning.

And who's the fool who wears the crown?

No doubt in your own way

And every day is the right day

And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow

You look down hear the sound of the faces in the crowd.

SAINT TROPEZ

As I reach for a peach

Slide a line down behind a sofa in San Tropez.

Breakin' a stick with a brick on the sand.

Riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan.

Sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness

Scratched by the sand that fell from my love

Deep in my dreams and I still hear her calling

"If you're alone, I'll come home".

Backward and homebound, the pigeon, the dove

Gone with the wind and the rain, on an airplane.

Born in a home with no silver spoon

I'm drinking champagne like a good tycoon.

Sooner than wait for a break in the weather

I'll gather my far flung thoughts together.

Speeding away on a wind to a new day.

If you're alone, I'll come home.

And I'll pause for a while by a country style

And listen to the things they say.

Diggin' for gold in a hole in my hand.

Open the book, take a look at the way things stand.

And you're leading me down to the place by the sea.

I hear your soft voice calling to me.

Making a date for later by phone

And if you're alone, I'll come home.

SEAMUS

I was in the kitchen,

Seamus, that's the dog, was outside.

Well, I was in the kitchen,

Seamus, my old hound, was outside.

Well you know the sun was sinking slowly

And my old hound-dog sat right down and cried.

ECHOES

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air

And deep beneath the rolling waves

In labyrinths of coral caves

The echo of a distant time

Comes willowing across the sand

And everything is green and submarine.

And no-one showed us to the land

And no-one knows the where or whys.

But something stirs and something tries

And starts to climb towards the light.

Strangers passing in the street

By chance to separate glances meet

And I am you and what I see is me.

And do I take you by the hand

And lead you through the land

And help me understand the best I can.

And no-one calls us to move on

And no-one forces down our eyes.

And no-one speaks and no-one tries

And no-one flies around the sun

Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes,

Inviting and inciting me to rise.

And through the window in the wall

Come streaming in on sunlight wings

A million bright ambassadors of morning.

And no-one sings me lullabyes

And no-one makes me close my eyes

And so I throw the windows wide

And call to you across the sky...